ALL BARK NO BITE | SADISTIC BEAUTY SPINOFF

Chapter 53

6 YEARS AGO

~ Hôpital Psychiatrique du Cygne Blanc, 11 Rue Albert Bayet, Paris

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"CALMEZ VOUS"

"MONSIEUR!"

"CALMEZ VOUS S'IL VOUS PLAIT"

Wookyung looked around in a daze, the neon blue lights glowed and dimmed before his eyes like fairy decoration. A crowd of people surrounded him, wearing a common uniform, approaching him, trying to placate him. He couldn't see any of their faces, or hear anything clearly. They were speaking in another language. Wookyung shifted his eyes from one side to the other. Someone was lying on the ground behind them.

What had he done?

His hands were red with blood and burns as he held them up in front of his face, pieces of glass buried into his skin. He had been trying to run away from the facility gates but they had him cornered "I don't want to hurt anyone!" he cried out in desperation, his body quaking from how hard his blood was pumping in his veins "I made a mistake... please... just let me go home... I want to go home... Uncle!" he shouted, still speaking in Korean as the circle around him grew closer.

"Uncle! Tell them they have the wrong person... I'm not crazy! I just want to go home!" tears streamed down his face. "SUR LE COMPTE DE TROIS" one of them shouted at the others, guiding them, as Wookyung looked around in confusion, eyes too blurry from the tears. Although everything was obscure, from between the broad shoulders of the people facing him, Wookyung saw Han Taekyung, blank and serene as a cold slate.

He simply looked past him...

He could hear him... he could see him...but... "Uncle!" he called for him as the people began chanting "UN!" someone yelled. The men rounded him, some nearing from the side as he tried to fend the others off. If they catch him here... how would he return to him... "Please" he cried again, his voice trembling pathetically "I- I am being trapped here... against my will... I have to go back. I am being forced-" "DEUX!" a hand shot up, holding fingers up as they directed each other.

He knew he had to make a break for it, he couldn't let Han Taekyung keep him here as he pleased. "I have to go back!" his shoe gritted against the pebbled road as he dug a heel in, turning around with agility, facing a maze of streets opening into smaller alleys, the overhead yellow street lamps clashing the red of the early morning sky. He had lost track of time. "TROIS!" a final cry came and he felt arms reaching for him all at once

Wookyung's heart skipped a beat as he lurched forward, running in the other direction, their footsteps not far behind him. Everything felt like it had slowed down, everything felt too near, too far, too dull, too bright. He felt a grip on his back, clutching his shirt and another hand... another hand... he slowed, getting halted in his tracks. No! he felt the dread freeze his knees, chill his spine. He felt scared as they caught up with him.

He tried to crawl away but his legs gave out.

The weight of several men came upon him, thrusting him into the gravelly ground. He fell chest-first, his bones coming into impact with the hard surface, sore and weak. "AGH!!" he groaned as a knee pressed into the middle of his back as more people held him down, speaking frantically amongst themselves. "NO!" he cried to no avail. The side of his face scratched the dirt as his shoulders got pinned down, his wrists being roughly secured behind his back.

As he grew subdued, unable to move against their restraints, a hand ripped his sleeve up with shears, exposing his shoulder where he felt a quick and careful needle enter. "PLEASE NO! NO! no no no..." he begged in a rushed voice as the aching, screaming, reeling and vomiting from the whole day returned to him and he faded, feeling the drug rush under his skin like a blunt, cold wave. It begged him to surrender but he wasn't willing.